Dead [Women] Poets Society (D[W]PS) is a collective which began in 2015. Its aim is to resurrect women poets of the past, both in live events (séances) and online and also to raise awareness of women’s wide-ranging and profound literary heritage, and open up conversations between living writers and these often forgotten and side-lined women.Continue reading “Literary Spotlight with Sue Burge. Dead [Women] Poets Society”
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Why He Hasn’t Been Around. Non-fiction by Wade Cravath Bell.
Why He Hasn’t Been Around The manic depressive’s outbursts are incomprehensible to others. After one, Theo was calm and possessed until his girlfriend said, “I will have to leave you. Your moods are killing me.” His civil service job with its soul destroying boredom and inconsequentiality chaffed him raw. He wrote poems, stories. It didn’tContinue reading “Why He Hasn’t Been Around. Non-fiction by Wade Cravath Bell.”
Eva Salzman’s Introduction to Women’s Work: Modern Poets Writing in English
WOMEN’S WORK: MODERN WOMEN POETS WRITING IN ENGLISH Introduction by Eva Salzman to Women’s Work: Modern Women Poets Writing English, Eds Eva Salzman & Amy Wack I This anthology presents a panoramic selection of leading English-speaking modern poets, with an emphasis on bridging the US, UK and Ireland divides. You’ll find here aContinue reading “Eva Salzman’s Introduction to Women’s Work: Modern Poets Writing in English”
The Dove Dove. Non-fiction by Susan Glickman
“Fallen Angel.” Oil on canvas, 16×20, May 2021, by Susan Glickman The Dove Dove The scientific name for pigeon is Columbidae, a latinization of the Greek κόλυμβος (kolumbos), meaning “diver”, the name applied to pigeons in Ancient Greece and analogous to the English word “dove”, derived from to Old English dūfan: “to dive or plunge”.Continue reading “The Dove Dove. Non-fiction by Susan Glickman”
Sussing out the Olympic Movement: Where are the Women? An essay by Olga Stein
Sussing out the Olympic Movement: Where are the Women:? As I tell the students in my sociology of sports course, the Olympics, and the organization at its centre, the International Olympic Committee, is worth studying. So much of what goes on in the world of sports—the good, the bad, and the ugly, pardon the cliché—convergesContinue reading “Sussing out the Olympic Movement: Where are the Women? An essay by Olga Stein”
Rasha’s Daughter. Fiction by Irena Karafilly
RASHA’S DAUGHTER It was agreed we would meet by the entrance to the park, where a young Mexican stood on weekends, wearing a sombrero, selling packaged ice cream. Mother, who was two months pregnant, was going to see a doctor, after which we were meant to shop for summer clothes. It was one day beforeContinue reading “Rasha’s Daughter. Fiction by Irena Karafilly”
Two Dead Poets. Fiction/Prose Poem by Roger Moore
Two Dead PoetsA Poet Revisits Lorca’s DeathMadrid / Granada, July 1936 Clouds gathered over the capital. A rising storm. Rumors slouched through streets and squares. Hunched in coffee-shops. Puffed at cigarettes. Struggled up stairways. Stumbled down alleyways. Lorca took it all in but was not taken in. He knew the signs. War marched through backContinue reading “Two Dead Poets. Fiction/Prose Poem by Roger Moore”
The Shaming of Oshia. Fiction by Joshua Akemecha
THE SHAMING OF OSHIAIt was a day in April, but not April 1st, lest you conjecture that it was April fool! A day that would enter the annals of chroniclers in my Oshie clan as the date of the most ridiculous drama of the masked dance dubbed Oshia! The cosmic setting was Ogyi-Onwek, at theContinue reading “The Shaming of Oshia. Fiction by Joshua Akemecha”
The Silent Imagination. Fiction by Gerald Shepherd
THE SILENT IMAGINATION INTRODUCTION: The whole world is enclosed in a goldfish bowl on top of a flesh coloured pedestal. There are no voices outside but strangely no silence either. Somewhere within the bowl which is the world there is a bright green field; too bright a green, reminiscent of a field of tulips onceContinue reading “The Silent Imagination. Fiction by Gerald Shepherd”
The Log Boom. Fiction by Mitch Toews
The Log Boom Marty and Frederick The two stood in a hard-packed dirt barnyard, facing the end wall of an old dairy barn. The smell of cows still permeated the air. It was sweet, fetid and oddly appealing — the kind of smell that was at first unpleasant but that, over time, oneContinue reading “The Log Boom. Fiction by Mitch Toews”
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